One Year-iversary

On this day, the day that I have been involved with the same guy for a year, I have decided to blog about this day, the day that I have been involved with David for a year.

If you know me at all, you know that I have not been in a real relationship in quite some time.  I have had a fling or two.  None of which amounted to much.  But this time last year, the most amazing of people all but fell into my lap and apparently decided to stick to me.  This, by no means, is a bad thing.  I wanted to stick to him, too.  So we are very stuck on each other and it is very much a good thing.  Like Sugarland says, “Stuck like glue/You and me, baby, we’re stuck like glue.”

Woody Allen often says things better than anyone else.  This is what he said about being in love:

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.

And, honestly, that is very much where I have always stood.  I have never been a fan of this “love” thing and have very frequently laughed at the idea of me “falling in love” and staying with the same person for my entire life.  I have always chomped at the bit about the idea of marriage and have very seldom thought the idea of children was a good idea (largely due to the fact that I am quite certain that I would not make a good mother).

Enter David.

Suddenly, like a hurricane and a tornado and an earthquake all rolled into one, he entered my life and shook everything up.  It just was not damaging like those horrible disasters can be.  But nothing is the same. 

Now... to love is not really to suffer.  And I definitely do not mind loving David.  Actually, I do not think I could handle not loving David.

Then, a few months later, around eight or nine of them, we decided to live together.  One of the best decisions of my life.  We have been living together for four months and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Rita Rudner says this about marriage:

I love being married.  It's so great to find one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

No, David and I are not married.  But it still applies.  I found the one special person who wants to annoy me and I want to annoy for the rest of our lives.  And trust me, annoy each other, we do.  Not in the he’s-gonna-kill-me-one-day sort of way, but in a he-gets-under-my-skin-and-makes-me-love-him-more sort of way.  I count myself lucky that I found someone like that.  I would hate dating some stuffy, boring, never-purposefully-tries-to-annoy-me type of dude.

Point is:  I’m happy.  I’m lucky.  I love David.  He loves me.  We’re happy.  As far as I know, we wouldn’t change anything.  We both sleep better now that we sleep in the same bed.  We seem happier because we are together.  Many of our friends noticed drastic difference in each of us when we started dating.  And when we were in a spot that was not so great, people noticed that.  I have never really thought that people actually “complete” each other, but, weirdly, we kind of do.  It is definitely weird and scary, but the good kind of that.  I like it.